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After a Bomb

February 21, 2012
By HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
What things there are to write, if only one could write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith


Roses, roses adorn her brow
Tear tracks streaming off her frown
Briars, wires make her crown
Ashes, ashes falling down

Soot stained stones litter the streets
Smoke slows her trembling heartbeats
Welcome rolling fog and mist
Crows and flies as the only witnesses

Footprints gone from the village square
Stench of death now fills the air
Heady weeping now the sound
There is no life to be found

Roses, roses adorn her brow
Tear tracks streaming off her frown
Briars, wires make her crown
Ashes, ashes falling down


The author's comments:
inspired by "Band of Brothers."

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